Science has succeeded to poetry, no less in the little walks of children than with men. Is there no possibility of averting this sore evil?

To be thankful for what we grasp exceeding our proportion is to add hypocrisy to injustice.

I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone.

This very night I am going to leave off tobacco! Surely there must be some other world in which this unconquerable purpose shall be realised.

Oh call it by some better name, For friendship sounds too cold.

I have been trying all my life to like Scotchmen, and am obliged to desist from the experiment in despair.

The drinking man is never less himself than during his sober intervals.